Science

Centuries of work
Form the fabric of our world
Every second every day
Ghosts of ages accompany
The most routine sub-radar banalities
Sweat and hope battling ferocious maladies
Conscious or not, it (science!) runs in our veins!

The holy halls of lore
Keep a shameful past in store
Wisdom, intellect, and truth
Mutilated and besmirched
We're disciples in the fane of convenience
Sacrificing reason for mystical nonsense
Conscious or not, it (religion!) poisons our brains!

Science
You trust it every day
When you go from A to B
When avoiding gravity
When facing a disease
It's elegant and light
But sober and forthright
Not comforting as night
Where ignorance can hide